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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.