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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.