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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.