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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
cv313,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.