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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
JFA,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.