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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.