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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Interpol,
Television,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.