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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.