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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.