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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.