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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.