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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
John Holt,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.