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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.