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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.