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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.