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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Dead C to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.