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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.