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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.