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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Associates to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.