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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.