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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.