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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Japan,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.