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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Barracudas 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice 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?
Ten City,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.