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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.