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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.