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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.