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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.