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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.