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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.