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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.