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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.