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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.