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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
John Holt,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.