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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mandrill 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Faust,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.