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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.