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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.