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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.