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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.