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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.