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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
UT,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.