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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.