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 Belarus 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.