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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.