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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.