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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.