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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.