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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.