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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.