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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Crime,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.