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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.