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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.