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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.