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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Rekid,
Wings,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
The Names,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.