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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.