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 Australia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.