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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.