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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.