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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Skaos,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.