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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Suicide,
PIL,
Deakin,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.