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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.