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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.