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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 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 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.