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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.