Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.