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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.