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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.