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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.