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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.