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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.