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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Faust,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.