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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.