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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.