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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.