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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.