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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.