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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
MDC,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.