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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.