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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.