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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Names,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.