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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.