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 Macedonia 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 London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.