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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.