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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.