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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.