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 China and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.