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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.