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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.