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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.