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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.