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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.