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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.