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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.