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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.