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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.