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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.