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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.