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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Happenings 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.