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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.