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 Guyana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.