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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.