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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.