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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.