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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.