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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Magma,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.