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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.