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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Swans,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.