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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.