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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.