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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.