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 Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.