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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.