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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.