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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.