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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.