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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.