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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.