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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Pole,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.