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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.