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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.