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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.