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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.