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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.