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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.