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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.