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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.