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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.