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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Mars,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Yaz,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.