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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.