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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.