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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ten City 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Smog,
The Motions,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.