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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.