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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.