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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.