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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.