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 United States 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Litter,
Index,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.