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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.