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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
the Germs,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.