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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Iggy Pop 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.