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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.