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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.