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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.