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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.