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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.