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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.