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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.