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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.