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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.