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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.