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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.