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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Can,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.