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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.