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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.