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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.