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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.