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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.