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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.