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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine 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 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.