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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.