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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.