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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.