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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.