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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.