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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.