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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Fear,
Camouflage,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Ronan,
Visage,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.