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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Move,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.