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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
X-101,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.