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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cymande,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.