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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.