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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.