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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Can,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.