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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Fall,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.