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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Television,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.