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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Pylon,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.