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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.