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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.