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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.