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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.