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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.