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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.