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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.