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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.