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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.