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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Skriet,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.