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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Visage,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.