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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Q65,
AZ,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.