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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Make Up,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.