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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
The Motions,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.