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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.