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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.