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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
MDC,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.