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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.