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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.