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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.