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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.