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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.