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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
the Swans,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Victims,
ABC,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.