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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ten City to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.