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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.