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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.