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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
JFA,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
ABBA,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.