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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.