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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.