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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.