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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Cluster,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.