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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Roxette,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.