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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.