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 Congo and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.