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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.