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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.