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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.