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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.