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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.