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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.