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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.