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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.