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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.