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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.