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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.