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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.