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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.