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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The Remains,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.