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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.