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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.