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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.