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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.