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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.