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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Sparks,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.