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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.