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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.