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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.