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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
the Swans,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Skaos,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Pagans,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.