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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 AZ to the dance 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Standells,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.