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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.