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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Swans,
Scion,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.