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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.