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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.