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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.