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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
cv313,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.