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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Index,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.