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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.