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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.