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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.