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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Can,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.