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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.