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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.