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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Can to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Wings,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.