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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.