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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.