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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Index,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.