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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.