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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.