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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.