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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
UT,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.