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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.