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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
EPMD,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.