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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.