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 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.