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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.