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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
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.