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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Vogues 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.