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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.