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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.