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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
The Busters,
Mars,
the Association,
ABC,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.