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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.