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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Television,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.