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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Names to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.