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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
ABC,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.