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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.