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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.