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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.