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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
MDC,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.