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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.