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 Poland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.