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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.