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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Nas,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.