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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Pole,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.