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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.