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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.