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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.