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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.