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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.