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 East Timor and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.