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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Mars,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.