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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Television,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Magma,
Scientists,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.