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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.