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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.