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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.