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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.