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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Faust,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.