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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.