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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.