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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.