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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.