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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.