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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.