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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.