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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.