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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
X-101,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.