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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Nico,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.