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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.