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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Cameo,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
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.