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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.