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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.