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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.