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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.