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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.