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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.