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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.