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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.