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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.