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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.