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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.