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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Symarip,
New Order,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.