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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Faust,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.