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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.