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 United States and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.