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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.