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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.