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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.