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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.