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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
K-Klass,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.