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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
UT,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.