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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.