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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.