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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.