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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Fall,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.