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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.