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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Technova,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.