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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
MDC,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.