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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.