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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
CMW,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.