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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.