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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Television,
The Move,
X-101,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.