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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.