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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Brick to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.