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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
the Association,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.