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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.