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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.