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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.