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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.