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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.