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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.