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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.