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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Slits to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.