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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.