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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.