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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Make Up,
Mars,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.