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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.