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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.