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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.