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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.