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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.