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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.