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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.