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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Cure,
Monolake,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.