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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Make Up,
Nico,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.