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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
ABC,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.