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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.