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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Index,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.