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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.