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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.