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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.