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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.