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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.