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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.