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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.