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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.