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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.