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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Magma,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.