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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.