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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.