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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Faust,
Television,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.