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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.