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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
AZ,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.