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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Japan,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.