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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.