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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.