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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.