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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Can,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.