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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.