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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.