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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.