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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.