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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
ABC,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.