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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.