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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.