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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
ABBA,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.