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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.