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 China and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.