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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.