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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.