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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.