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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Television,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.