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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.