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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.