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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Audionom to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.