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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.