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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.