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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Normal 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.