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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
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.