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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.