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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.