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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.