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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.