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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.