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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.