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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.