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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.