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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.