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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.