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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.