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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Smog,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.