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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.