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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.