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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.