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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.