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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.