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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.