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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.