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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.