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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.