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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.