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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.