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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.