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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.