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 Libya and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.