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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.