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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.