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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.