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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.