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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.