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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Monolake,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.