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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.