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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Index,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Index,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.