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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.