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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.