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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.