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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.