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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.