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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Wings,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.