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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.