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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.