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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.