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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.