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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.