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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.