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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.