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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Visage,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.