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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.