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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.