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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.