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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.