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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
New Order,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.