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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 The Searchers 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.