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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.