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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.