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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.