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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.