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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.