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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.