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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.