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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Wings,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.