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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.