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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Scion,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.