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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.