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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.