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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
June Days,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.