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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.