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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.