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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.