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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.