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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Faust,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.