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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.