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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.