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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.