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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.