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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.