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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.