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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.