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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.