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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.