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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.