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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.