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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
The Names,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Monks,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.