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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.