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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.