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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Cure to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.