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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.