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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.