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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.