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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.