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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.