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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.