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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Interpol,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Index,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.