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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.