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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.