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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.