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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.