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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.