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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Swans,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.