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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.