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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.