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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.