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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Magma,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.