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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Visage,
Lyres,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.