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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.