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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.