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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.