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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.