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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.