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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.