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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.